Daily Tot 3/12/2022

Been a while, Feelin Senile,

Here's a poem I made, I call it -

GLADE

Light agile steps of fawn and doe

Soft brown, dappled with white

Cautious steps, fearing foe

Soundlessly gliding into the sunlight

Emerald green, heavy with dew

Fresh rain makes grass glimmer anew

Still wary, always fearing

Instinct tells them to trust their hearing

They feast, on their cool, fresh, crunch meal

Whispers, thuds, again it's real

Quick bounds, back to forest, Go fast!

They never expected the peace to last

Safe again, relaxing, at ease,

No furless monsters lurk in these trees